Gemotions

The rejection letter lay on his desk, a stark white testament to his failure. Daniel stared at it, his face flushing with a mixture of anger and humiliation. He'd envisioned this book as his legacy, the culmination of years of hard work. Now, it was just… nothing.

He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering pens and papers. The sound was a release of the pressure building inside him. He felt an intense need to be acknowledged, to be recognized.

He started a new document, the words already forming in his head. He would rework the manuscript, sharpen it, make it so brilliant they couldn’t possibly ignore it. He deserved the accolades.